Alan L. Winters

CRAYOLA MEMORIES

In the restaurant
Where I dined for lunch
There came the joyous squeals
Of happy kids at play.
And as I hear the laughter
And see their colored pictures grow
I feel myself drift back in time
To a time when I was young.

I sit there with my crayons
And paper out in front of me.
My sky is deepest blue
And I add a golden sun.
And watch my tree grow tall and green,
The richest green I’ve seen.

I am older once again.
The years have passed me by
Like snowflakes in the breeze;
Older now but Blessed
By Crayola memories.